By the time Debra returned to the Lowe Manion, it was already well past midnight.


    The living room was chaotic. Gand was anxiously holding back Marion.


    He said, "Mrs. Houston will be fine. Mr. Lowe has gone to find her."


    Liza echoed, "Yes. They will be fine."


    Marion''s sharp gaze daunted her, but she would not step aside, especially since Gand was doing his best to stop Marion from leaving.


    "Move!" Marion demanded, dressed in nothing but a white shirt.


    His sleeves were rolled up, and his face was pale. He was about to shake them off when Debra''s voice came over. "Marion."


    The anger in Marion''s eyes vanished instantly, while Gand and Liza both heaved a sigh of relief.


    Finally, Debra was back. Otherwise, they might have lost control of the situation.


    Despite his injury, Marion was as strong as a horse. He had dominated overseas for a reason.


    Gand was exhausted and wiped his sweat.


    "What happened? Are you all right?" Marion asked, hurrying over to check on her.


    Debra shook her head. "I''m okay."


    Drake stepped forward. "With me around, no one could hurt her."


    Marion was unconvinced. "This happened on your turf. You owe me an


    exnation."


    Drake''s face darkened. "I was nning to investigate. But if you say so, I''m not so sure anymore."


    "Testing my patience? I can tear down your house."


    "You are poisoned and still so arrogant."


    The air in the room grew tense.


    Gand tugged at Liza, backing away. He whispered, "The next


    sceneg


    are not suitable to


    We should retreat." Con Warel


    belongs


    "Are you kidding? This is going to be fun," Liza replied, wrinkling her nose.


    She had heard the rumors about how Drake and Marion were sworn energies. Watching them fight was something she couldn''t miss.


    "Holy crap! Some people just don''t value their lives," Gand muttered.


    But since Liza insisted on staying, he had to stick around.


    "It''s been a while since I fought someone," Marion said, rolling his wrists.


    Drake threw off his jacket. "You want to fight? Bring it on."


    "Wait!" Gand tried to intervene, but Debra had already acted.


    She swatted Marion''s neck and


    sulked, What do you think you''re et you''re healed." Content bosto


    doing? You''re injured. Wait until


    Marion immediately put on an innocent look.


    "Upstairs. Time to sleep," Debra ordered.


    Marion obediently followed her upstairs. Drake, on the other hand, was


    dumbfounded.


    He called out, "Hey, don''t leave like a coward. Come fight me."


    Marion waved his hand dismissively without looking back.


    Kale, who had witnessed the whole thing, was stunned. The fearsome Marion was henpecked.